Go quickly. Summon all our people to meet me here
as speedily as they can. Call out the giants and the werewolves and the spirits of those trees who are
on our side. Call the Ghouls, and the Boggles, the Ogres and the Minotaurs. Call the Cruels, the
Hags, the Spectres, and the people of the Toadstools. We will fight. What? Have I not still my wand?
Will not their ranks turn into stone even as they come on?
“Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!”